Then a five-meter-class Titan, driven by dumb hunger, lunged at the new arrival.
Inside the Titan’s steaming, caustic stomach, Eren was not dead. Not yet. Consciousness flickered like a dying candle. He felt the acids beginning to eat away at his skin, his remaining limbs. The pain was beyond description—a burning, dissolving agony that unraveled his sanity. eren first transformation
His eyes were not green. They were luminous, feral, burning with a primal rage that had no name. His mouth was locked open in a perpetual, silent roar. And from his shoulders and limbs, steam poured as his body began to rebuild itself—muscle knitting over bone, skin sealing over muscle. Then a five-meter-class Titan, driven by dumb hunger,
And then, from its severed neck stump, a hand emerged. Then a five-meter-class Titan